Far, far away
lay the beach
of yet unfulfilled desires.
Encased in thick fog banks.
The morning mist did not want to ease.
The gray morning haze had swept inland.
It spread,
and swept everything in its path.
Should tomorrow come,
give sun and heat again?
Or would everything remain,
quiet, gray and motionless.
Silent.
Far, far away,
there was the beach of desires.
Unreachable in the distance.
Behind the mist curtain.
Maybe the sun would shine again.
Maybe the world would wake up again.
With a little gentle smile, with warmth.
